When Murphy stepped into Siren's Song again, the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
The once-boisterous tavern suddenly fell silent, and everyone was sneaking glances at him.
He swept his gaze around in slight confusion, yet no one dared meet his eyes. They all quickly looked away.
He walked over to a table, intending to ask what was going on, but the person there immediately stood up and even wiped down a stool for him. "Lord Murphy, please, have a seat."
Murphy found it rather amusing, but he understood.
He had merely brought down an Auror Office director, yet he had somehow established prestige among these fringe wizards.
These people had sharp noses.
Still, the feeling was not bad. He did not sit down. Instead, he thanked the man, picked up a glass of wine from the table, drained it in one gulp, and announced to the whole room, "I'm in a good mood today. Everything everyone spends here is on me!"
The patrons froze for a moment before erupting into cheers. "Murphy! Long live Murphy!"
Ignoring the newly lively patrons, Murphy headed for a room in the back. Lisandro personally opened the door for him. "My master has instructed that you will be an honored guest here from now on. Only you and your friends will be permitted to use this room in the future."
Murphy looked at Lisandro with interest. "Lisandro, I still preferred the way you used to be—wild and unruly."
Lisandro's cheek twitched, but he did not argue. That left Murphy feeling a little embarrassed. "Just kidding. Don't take it to heart. Thank your master for me."
Waiting inside the room was the goblin, Locke.
Locke was now dressed in an outfit that looked extremely expensive. He wore gold-trimmed pointed leather shoes, three gold chains around his neck,